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I sat frozen at my booth, struggling to catch my breath. Frantically, I began scouring the room, desperate to find clues as to what had just happened. I was lost. I heard a voice behind me.
"Welcome aboard."
It was her voice, sweet and cheerful. The waitress who was serving me earlier. Kendra, I think her name was. Blonde, beautiful and friendly. It was starting to come back to me. My memory of the night finally rushing through my head again.
"Think. What just happened?" was all I was capable of processing.
It was supposed to be a fun, planned night out with some friends. Everyone was wrapped up in the Halloween spirit, so we decided to venture out on a two hour drive to a haunted house attraction for a few scares. Everything went swimmingly for the first hour or so. We all had our frights and laughs. It wasn't until just before we got on line for the final area did things turn south. The line we had to wait in was already long and midnight was creeping up on us. Faced with the reality of a two hour drive back, everyone's resolve cracked. They decided it would be better to duck out and call it a night. Myself, I had to finish what I had started, and thus, walked into my fate. I parted ways with my friends and ventured solo through the haunted house. It was the same fun and terror that I had endured previously. After that small triumph I set out on my way back home. Pulling out of the parking lot, I was overcome with hunger. I only stopped off at my place to change clothes and completely neglected to grab anything to eat. As I flew by the usual fast food burger places, my appetite continued to grow. It began reaching an entirely too distracting peak when I stumbled upon a sign advertising an Uno's chain restaurant. As if I were guided by some manifestation of hunger itself, I started combing the horizon for the exit that would take me to this oasis of food. It didn't take long. A turn here, turn there. Convenient. As I pulled up, I immediately searched for their "hours of operation" sign. Closing time: 1 a.m. Perfect. It was just after midnight now. The haunted house took a mere ten minutes to explore solo. I scoffed when I was finished, thinking about how impatient my friends were. Distant thought now. I walked inside and was greeted with sight of a few of their lingering patrons. It took a minute before the girl sweeping the floor noticed me and asked if I needed a seat. I was ushered over to a booth and presented a menu before being informed that my server would be right with me.
"Starving" was all I could think.
This is where the blonde beauty of a waitress introduced herself to me. She was polite and used phrases like "pardon my reach" as she stretched her arm across the table. It was endearing. I quickly ordered some burger sliders and set about fiddling with my phone as I waited. There was an oddness to this place. I couldn't put my finger on it. Scanning around, as customers slowly shuffled out, nothing seemed amiss. It was just a feeling that lingered. My meal didn't take long to prepare. I didn't mind the wait as much as I thought I would. My attention was diverted from my stomach to the cutie who was finishing her sweep of the floors. Then back to my sweet waitress. Then over to her friend with the perfect ass. Wow. Everywhere I looked there was eye candy, I thought to myself. These girls were gorgeous. Perfect. All eighteen-ish to early twenties. Pretty in every way. Bodies built for pleasure. It felt a little surreal. As I devoured my recently arrived meal, I couldn't tear my eyes away from them. My waitress noticed, her eyes catching mine as I looked her over.
"Busted" I whispered to myself before shifting my eyes to my plate and finishing my meal. Then, just as I took my last bite, I heard it. It was now ten minutes before closing. I was the only customer left. It was loud, clear and made me almost blush. It was one of those perfect servers or hosts moaning in ecstasy. A door to the kitchen swung open and eliminated all doubt that what I was hearing was a girl getting stuffed. I searched around, looking intently for that door, the portal to lust that had me so curious. I found it. It swung open again. My waitress was exiting the kitchen. The sight behind her, the one I was desperate to see, was fully revealed to me. The girl with the perfect ass was bent over the counter. An older guy,tall and muscular, pulled on her hair while slamming into her from behind. Standing doggy style always looked like incredible fun. Watching her ass bounce due to the sheer power of his thrusts did nothing to alter that opinion.
"I hope you saved room for dessert!" My cheerful waitress chimed, snapping me back to reality. She stepped in front of me, blocking my view just as the kitchen door swung closed again.
"I'm not really in the mood for dessert" I stuttered out, still processing what I witnessed.
"Sure you are" she blurted out as she guided me back to my table. "This is on the house. You're guaranteed to love it".
She stared at me until I finally relented and took a bite. It was a warm brownie served with vanilla ice cream and topped with hot fudge. Delicious. After the second, much larger bite, she retreated to the kitchen. It was all I could do stopping myself from running after her to catch another glimpse of the porno unfolding in the kitchen. Moaning assaulted my ears endlessly. Then the one long, giant scream. She came. It was over. I felt disappointed as I finished the last bite of my brownie. This is where everything went wrong. As I pushed back from the table, full and satisfied, a sudden uneasiness swept through me. My stomach felt like it was being tied into knots. My chest grew heavy with what felt like a car resting on it. My legs felt as though they were jello. My head was swimming. That was when consciousness left me. That was my night up until now. Until I woke up terrified that I had been drugged and had my organs harvested or become the victim of some horror film come to life. I had a penchant for immediately jumping to worst case scenarios. It wasn't until I heard my waitress' words did calm return to me.
"Welcome aboard."
"Wait, what?" Is the only thought I could muster at the moment. I tried to vocalize it but my mouth failed me. Weakness had overtaken me. It prevented me from moving at all it seemed. Paralysis was setting in. I felt her hand on my head, a caressing touch as she tucked my hair behind my ear. "Wait, what?" Was again the only thought I could manage. My hair isn't long. It's been a month at most since I last had it cut. Yet here it was dangling before my eyes. It was even a different shade of auburn than I was used to. Lighter with a hint of red thrown in. "What happened to me??" Raced through my head again. My waitress lifted my head. It was all wrong. I could feel it was different immediately. She had adjusted me in my seat. My face didn't feel like mine. The weight shifting on my chest didn't feel like mine. My body wasn't mine anymore. "Wow. You came out great!" A random female voice chimed in from somewhere behind me. "She did, I knew she would" added my waitress. "Kendra always had good taste" another random voice, male this time, proclaimed.
"Kendra. At least I got her name right" I thought to myself.
"Do you want to set her up now or wait awhile for the others?" Kendra asked. "Let's do it now. She'll be moving again in twenty minutes tops. It's always easier when they can't fight back" the unseen male replied.
"What the holy fuck did they mean by that?? Why do they keep calling me "she"?? I'm going to die. Oh shit, they're going to cut me up and serve me as burger sliders. Or meatloaf. What the fuck!?!??" I screamed inside my head.
The male decided to make his presence known to me. He stepped into my field of view and I immediately wished he hadn't. It was Mr. Standing Doggystyle. He hadn't bothered dressing himself yet so his body was on full display. Every muscle, every inch of cock and every wrinkle on his dangling pair.
"Clear off some room in the kitchen" he harped at Kendra.
She complied and hurried away. His hands began roaming over me. First through my hair. Then to my lips. Then to my tits.
"Wait!! What the fuck are those???" I screamed internally as he pulled and kneaded them skillfully. He angled my head so I could obtain a better view.
"Gorgeous pair" he excitedly said, pulling my new nipples obscenely. They were thick eraser heads with large areolae surrounding them. He gave me an excellent, intentional view when he cupped and pushed them up. "Check these out" he smiled before taking one greedily into his mouth. The sensation was so foreign and overwhelming. I felt a stirring in my crotch unlike any I had before. It didn't take a genius to know what it was. Pussy. My new pussy. My new pussy that was beginning to tingle with excitement. My new, wet pussy. Pulsing with heat as this guy before me, this random nude stranger, tongued my tits.
"Cleared off a table" Kendra interjected.
He withdrew his oral assault of my chest. "Let's get this done" he said with purpose as he reached under me and lifted me up. I felt helpless, nothing but horrible thoughts racing through my head as I was carried off. Kendra was true to her word. At the far side of the room was a vacant table waiting for me. It was wooden, unlike everything else in there. The stainless steel appliances reflected a small portion of the scene unfolding. I desperately tried to catch a glimpse of what I had become.
"Here you go" Kendra blurted out as if she read my mind. She handed Mr. Standing Doggy a mirror. He didn't waste time, rushing to my side. Kendra returned beside him brandishing scissors. Without a care, she set about cutting my shirt and jeans off. Mr. Standing Doggy brought my reflection into view. I could finally see the new me. All of me. Big green eyes. Perfectly sculpted eyebrows. Brunette, long and beautiful. Dick sucker lips. Cute nose. I was a beauty, a natural one. He changed the angle. Perfect nipples. Amazing tits.
"E" Kendra announced, again as if she read my mind. She had taken my measurements after cutting me free of my clothes.
Angle changed again. Perfect stomach. Hips. Great hips. My pretty pussy. Shaved except for the smallest landing strip. He spread my legs ensuring I received a clear view of everything. Silky smooth lips. Lower. Satiny legs. My new body was perfect. Just like Kendra's and this place's entire staff. He rolled me over.
"Now that's ass" he yelled as he gave my bubble butt a smack. I wished I could have seen it.
"Alright. Fun begins" he let out as he rolled me back. He climbed onto the table, straddling me. Kendra put a pillow under my head to prop it up a bit. She opened my mouth. Mr. Standing Doggy started jerking himself to hardness as he inched closer to my face. I felt his heat on my tits as he reached his destination. He continued jerking until he was rock hard.
"Relax." Kendra added as she noticed my eyes shifting hectically as I tried to figure a way out of this.
"You've already had plenty of him and loved it." Kendra said smiling.
"What the fuck is this chick talking about??" Is all I could think.
Reading my mind, she added "That special dessert. Do you know how many times he dipped his dick in that brownie batter? And the ice cream. At least half of it was HIS cream. How else do you think any of this happened? He's special. Him and the other owners of this place. We pick some lucky people and they work their magic with some tasty recipes. After that's done, all that's left is one final step, a push in a new direction. Some of our "new girls" don't appreciate their new job and the "positions" they'll hold. We make a LOT of money but sometimes that's not enough. Soooo, they came up with a way to make us really enjoy what we do. It's like being hit with a small dose of nymphomania. Just enough to make our lives fun but not so that we can't control ourselves. We do have appearances to keep up."
Mr. Standing Doggy was growing impatient. "It's all about the baby batter. My cum impregnates your mind. I fill you up and you'll never be able to get enough."
With that he began teasing me. His rock hard erection placed millimeters from my lips. I could see a drop of pre-cum resting on its head. He lowered his cock to my upper lip and smeared it over me. I felt terrified. This was it, I was going to suck dick. He repeated his action with my lower lip and, satisfied that he had properly lubed me up, pushed his head into my mouth. He obviously met no resistance and let out a dissatisfied grunt.
"This is never any fun. No suction, just skull-fucking a corpse."
It didn't stop him from pushing his dick further into my mouth. My lips parted as wide as Kendra could manage. His salty taste was all I could think about. Apparently I had no gag reflex. Whether that was part of my new body or due to paralysis was unknown to me. He bottomed out in my throat. His massive dick was all inside me. His balls rested comfortably on my chin.
"My chin's a ball rest" I thought. The panic and fight was gone. As he slid down into me, it was if I gave up. It was too late to fight afterall. I tasted pre-cum. I felt spongey cock head on my tongue. I felt my throat stretch to accommodate some invading dick. "I'm a cocksucker."
He rested there for a brief second, allowing me to adjust to his size and just like that he pulled out. He pushed back in slowly. Taking his time, he worked to a nice pace. In and out, slowly. It didn't take him long to build up to his orgasm, he did want this boring part over as soon as possible. It was an eruption of sperm. He shot rope after rope of thick white goo into my mouth. Suddenly my mouth started working again as I swallowed it all.
"So this is what cum tastes like. Not bad" I thought. "Did I just think that??? What's wrong with me?? Oh my god, Kendra's explanation. It can't possibly be right and even if it was he JUST came in me. It can't work that fast."
Mortified, I realized that Kendra's speech was right on the money and it did indeed work that fast. For now, I had regained full control of my head and most of my upper body. Instead of using that newfound freedom to defend myself and escape, I found myself willingly stroking Mr. Standing Doggy back to that rock hard state I had just enjoyed. I leaned forward and licked his cockhead, lovingly and slow.
"Oh yeah. Finally getting to the good stuff. Fucking Erica wasn't enough for me tonight", he said, referencing the other chick with the perfect ass that he nailed.
"Good, some enthusiasm. It's my first time, so I was really, really hoping you would be UP to treating me right" I said in a seductive tone with a voice that wasn't mine. What was I doing? What was I thinking? I was enticing him to go further, enticing him....and loving it.
Kendra smiled, "That's my girl."
My hand never stopped stroking his cock. He was a raging hard on now as I teasingly licked him now and then, savoring his pre-cum. I parted my soft, dick sucker lips and lowered my head onto his cock.
"Now I'm a cocksucker" I thought and smiled.
I gave him everything I had. My cheeks hollowed out as I sucked. I let out genuine "MMM's" as I savored him. My head bobbed up and down in a perfect rhythm as if I had done this dozens of time before.
"I need to taste you again. Really taste you this time" I pleaded.
He looked down at me and smiled. He pulled himself from my grasp, to my disappointment. I hadn't put together what he was doing yet. He started violently stroking himself. He was pumping fast. As I could see him getting closer I opened my mouth wide. I understood now. It was facial time. That rich baby batter was going to splash all over my face.
"Fuck yeah. Cum on me, baby. I need that cum" I purred. My entire body was free now. I positioned myself an inch away from his member. Mouth still agape and impatiently waiting for another helping of dessert.
"Aim for my mouth. I want to taste it again"
He obliged. With a hearty grunt, he unleashed the first torrent. Another thick rope of sperm. It splashed the back of my throat. The second came soon after. The directionality shifted. Most of the savory goo followed the first blasts path. The rest landed on my lips and chin. The third blast, however, was his primal mark my territory one. He pulled back and unleashed it on my face, painting my nose and cheeks.
"Nice. So very nice" he let out as his cock stopped twitching.
My fingers went to work and gathered as much cum from my face as possible and pushed it into my mouth. It was heaven.
"I've got one more left in me. You know, only if you want it" he smiled.
"You know I would never turn that down".
Kendra excused herself, "I'm going to make sure we're all closed up. Everyone else headed back already and I think you've got her handled".
Mr. Standing Doggy didn't offer much of an acknowledgment as she set off, just a quick nod as she left the kitchen. He was focused much more on me, his prize for the night. It made me feel proud almost. His cock was already back to its obscene rigidness as he watched me laying back on the table. My hands exploring my new body and settling on my tits. I loved the brief time he spent on them earlier so I had to give it a try myself. I pulled on my nipples and squeezed their entirety. He couldn't watch for more than a minute before walking over to me with more determination than I had ever seen anyone exhibit.
"This is it. Round three, more dick for me" I thought as my lips parted slightly in preparation for my invader.
He surprised me though. His dick didn't make a beeline for my mouth. Instead, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me off the table. He let me find my footing then spun me around and shoved me forward. I was bent over.
"No way. He's going to do me. REALLY do me. Full on fuck me. Mr. Standing Doggy is going to plow me just like Mrs. Perfect Ass" I thought excitedly.
My breathing increased. I felt his finger caress my lower lips before he let out "Nice and wet. I think someone wants this." He began slapping his cock against the cheeks of my bubble butt.
"Fuck me" is all I could manage.
He guided his cockhead into my pussy. It felt divine. The walls of my pussy stretched for his girth. He pushed and pushed until he was buried to his hilt in me. It felt amazing having his balls rest against my folds. He started his motions. Slowly pulling out of me until just his head was inside then pushing in until his balls snuggled next to my body again. He started quickening his pace. We were getting to the good stuff. My legs were already weakening. My mind was flooded with images of Mrs. Perfect Ass being pounded by Mr. Standing Doggy and I couldn't help but wonder if that was how I looked.
"I love that ass!" He proclaimed as he took hold of my hips. He was thrusting with force now. I could feel my cheeks bouncing. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. It was a dance, a perfect rhythm. Mrs. Perfect Ass, I knew my body was moving like hers. My tits were crushed against the table, unable to match the bounce of my ass. I had kept my head down to give Mr. Standing Doggy better access to my slit. The pressure I put on those E's heightened my pleasure, but I needed more. I needed to feel them bounce like Mrs. Perfect Ass'. I needed to feel them sway when he drove himself into me. I lifted my body. I wasn't disappointed. Finally free from my constraints, they swung into action. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Like pendulums, they moved back and forth under his power. He moved his hands, taking note of my new position. One hand groped my tit, the other my shoulder. He squeezed hard on my tit and pulled even harder on my shoulder. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
I couldn't last much longer. I was screaming in ecstasy. My moans would make any porn star jealous. I looked back to see the determination in his eyes. He had a mission. Me. He slapped my ass. I came. Just like that. His balls slapping my clit, his hand squeezing my nipple, practically pulling it off my tit. All of it a perfect symphony of manipulation. My body couldn't handle it anymore. The slap on my ass was the period, a final punctuation that pushed me over the edge. My body shaked and rocked as I arched my back farther than I thought I could. I stammered and struggled to let out an "Ohhhh" or "Yes!" but could only manage whimpers as I froze in pleasure.
I was done. He was not. The stamina, the fact that he was still relentlessly pounding away at my me, impressed me. I don't know what kind of magic he was truly capable of but he had to have used something on himself. My magical fucker. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. My body had gone limp after my orgasm. My tits pressed against the table once more as I laid there, worn out. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. My ass continued. Both of his hands on my hips again. He pulled out. Suddenly I felt empty. "Why isn't he finishing?" The thought raced in my head for a split second. I didn't have time to imagine an answer he would give.
"Ooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!" I screamed. My body rocked with a second, very different orgasm. I was coming on his beautiful cock again, except now there was a mixture of pain in my pleasure. Just as quickly as he pulled out of my pussy, he rammed himself up my ass. My tight little ass. No warning of any intention. Just ass. I screamed again as I caught my breath and let this new sensation wash over me in waves. My eyes rolled, fists clenched and toes curled. I was his in every way. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. He plugged away. Just as my second orgasm subsided, I felt him thrust one final time. He was balls deep in my ass. He unleashed another torrent of cum inside of me. His hot goo coated every millimeter of my insides. I had been injected with sperm from both ends. He was done.
"Now that was what I needed. Erica's a great fuck, all of our girls are, but lately everyone's just too busy. Too much work. We don't get to enjoy our creations as much as we should" Mr. Standing Doggy delivered to me as he withdrew from my ass.
"Our creations" I thought. He was right, I was an incredible work of art that he pieced together in a few hours. What we did was a masterpiece of fucking. The way he moved inside me, around me, everything. I never would've thought eating at a chain restaurant so late would change my life so completely, but here I am. I guess all that's left is to figure out what comes next.
To be continued?